Spiders, talks and a bloody canvas.
Yeah, I was stuck in a car for ages so I thought I'd write this chapter, and I've got a pretty good idea about the next one xxx
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"Omgomgomgomg!" Frank screamed, leaping off the bed, "S-sp-Spider!!!" Pointing wide-eyed at the ceiling. I sit up in the bed, scanning above me. Then, in the corner, was a tiny black spider.
I smirked and slid off the comfy bed, walking over to him. Frank was still staring at the eight legged creature when I reached him.
"Frankie, are you saying that your scared of a tiny, harmless spider, yet your dating a vampire?" I ask, tilting my head to the side.
"Mmmhmm." Frank mumbles, still staring.
"Come on, we'll go over to mine." I say, taking his hand. Leading him out the room.
As Frank and I walked across his garden, over to mine, Frank looked up at me,
"So what are you afraid of?" Curiosity filling his voice.
"Needles. Big, fucking needles." I said, glancing at him.
"Seriously? Needles?" He asked, giggling his adorable giggle.
"Well that, and losing you."
"Soooo cheesy!" I couldn't help but smile as I opened my door.
"Hey, Gee and probably Frank." Mikey says from the kitchen.
We walk in to see him sitting at the breakfast bar with a mug of coffee.
"Oh I'll make more coffee!" I say, speeding over to the kettle.
"Actually Gee, I need to talk to you." Mikey said, I would have just to say we'll talk after, but there was a hint of something in his voice.
I turn to look at Frank,
"Sorry babe, but do you mind if me and Mikey talk in private?"
"Uh, sure. I'll be in your room." He mumbled, probably a bit suspicious. I would be too.
Turning back to Mikey, I frown,
"What up Mikey? I wanna go make out with my beautiful boyfriend!" I whine. Mikey stands up, leaning against the counter as I was.
"You have to come to the party." He said, wasting no time, as always. "The guy who invited us is close to one of The Creatura. And if he finds out you didn't turn up just to hang out with your human boyfriend, he won't be happy." He explained. The Creatura are a group of vampires that decided to go rouge a while back.They went wild, turning whole villages into bloodthirsty animals, like themselves. They've died down a bit now, still killing and shit, but doing it less obvious.
"Right. So, when is it?" Really dreading the party. All vampire parties end in half-drained strippers, and very high, drunk crazy, shit excuses of vampires. Not that I was an ideal vampire, not now anyway.
"The doors open in 3 hours. I wouldn't be late if I was you." Mikey mumbles. He hates the parties as well. Though the last time we went to one... well let's just say he keeps his distance from drugs now a days.
I make my way down the stairs to my bedroom, seeing Frank looking intently at a painting I had been working on.
"What'd you think?" I ask, making him jump slightly. He turned away from my easel to look at me, eyes bright with emotion.
"Gerard... I--" He blinked and looked back at the painting. The painting was of a demonic looking man with deep black hair and blood dripping if his chin and hands, corpses surrounding him, all mangled and shit. It was all black and white apart from the blood in the demonic man. Me.
"Gerard, is that a--"
"-memory? Yes." Frank visually shudders. "One I'm not proud of. And one I will never do again." Frank looks at me again, something unknown swimming in his large brown eyes. I sigh and walk over to him, taking him in my arms.
"W-when was the last time you fed on a human?" Frank mumbles into my t-shirt.
"Years and years ago." I pull away from Frank, looking at him. "You okay?"
Frank smiles and nods, "Yeah, I just didn't expect that to be in the middle of your room." He said, eyeing the picture again.
"I was going to put it away before you came round." I say, chuckling slightly.
Frank smiles, but still looks at the painting.
"Er, Mikey talked to me about the party," I start, Frank turning his attention back to me, "He explained a few things and it turns out that I kinda of have to go. I really don't want to, but the guy who invited us... well he doesn't take no for an answer." Frank sighs and nods, looking back at painting.
"Frank. Are you sure your okay?" I ask, getting worried now, I step in front of the painted memory.
Frank blinks and looks up at me, "You really did that?" He whispered, gesturing to the painting, "You really killed all those people?"
"Frank." I say, putting my hands on his shoulders, "If I could go back and change it, I would. I regret what I was back then." I say, trying to convince him. "I regret everything, up until moving here. And meeting you." I sigh, "Frank, really." He blinks, staring at me.
He ment it.
Could tell in his eyes that he really ment it. I guess blood to him was like a drug. Sometimes you just loose control.
"Okay, Gee. I believe you." He grins, hugging me close.
"Oh thank god." I hear him breath, /"You were scaring me."/
I smile and move my mouth up to his, kissing him softly. He ducked his head lower, deepening the kiss.
"So that party?" I murmur into his neck, "You really have to go?"
"Yeah, I would so rather be with you, but I have go." Gerard moved to the bed, sitting on it, he pulled me onto his lap. "I'll just go, show my face, and leave."
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